Dick Laurent is dead.
You don't mind that I'm not coming tonight?
What are you going to do?
Stay home, read.
Read?
Read what, Renee?
It's nice to know I can still make you laugh.
I like to laugh, Fred.
That's why I married you.
You can wake me up when you get home if you want to.
What is that?
A videotape.
I found it outside on the steps.
Who's it from?
I don't know.
There isn't anything on the envelope.
Does it say anything on the tape?
No. Nothing.
Well, see what's on it.
Come on.
Must be from a real estate agent.
Maybe.
It's OK.
I had a dream last night.
You were inside the house...
You were calling my name...
Fred!
Where are you.
I couldn't find you.
Then there you were...
... Iying in bed.
It wasn't you.
It looked like you, but it wasn't.
Fred, are you all right?
You're up early.
That dog woke me.
Who the hell owns that dog?
What's that?
Another videotape.
Yes.
Don't you want to watch it?
I guess so.
Well, don't you want to watch it?
Yeah.
It's the same thing.
No, it isn't.
Fred?
What?
We have to call the police.
That's right. Yes.
Someone broke in and taped us while we slept. Isn't that enough?
7035 Hollis.
Near the observatory.
Yes.
We'll be here.
So?
They're sending 2 detectives out.
That's it.
What do you think.
I really don't know.
Let's check the hallway and the bedroom.
This is the bedroom?
You sleep here in this room. Both of yous.
This is our bedroom.
There's no other bedroom?
No.
I mean, I use it as a practice room.
It's soundproof.
You're a musician?
Yeah.
What's your axe?
Tenor. Tenor-Saxophone.
- Do you... - No... Tone deaf.
Do you own a video camera?
No.
Fred hates them.
I like to remember things my own way.
What do you mean by that?
How I remembered them... Not necessarily the way they happened.
You have an alarm system?
Yes. Actually, we do.
But we haven't been using it lately.
Why not?
It kept going off...
For some reason. False alarms.
Might want to try and use it again.
Yeah.
OK?
We're going to check the windows and doors, see if anybody tried to break in.
-We'll keep watch over the house. -We'll do the best we can.
-If anything else happens, you'll call us. -We will.
-Thanks, guys. -It's what we do.
Hey, Andy! Welcome to my party.
-You look ravishing. -Thank you.
Fred!
Please!
Hey!
-2 double scotches, neat. -OK.
We've met before, haven't we?
I don't think so.
Where was it you think we met?
At your house. Don't you remember?
No. No, I don't.
Are you sure?
Of course.
As a matter of fact, I'm there right now.
What do you mean? You're where right now?
At your house.
That's fucking crazy, man!
Call me!
Dial your number!
Go ahead!
I told you I was here.
How'd you do that?
Ask me!
How'd you get inside my house?
You invited me. It is not my custom to go where I'm not wanted.
Who are you?
Hm.
Give me back my phone.
It's been a pleasure talking to you.
-I thought you were getting me a drink. -Hang on just a minute.
Andy, who's the guy on the stairs? Guy in black?
I don't know his name. He's a friend of Dick Laurent, I think.
Dick Laurent?
Yeah. I believe so.
But Dick Laurent is dead, isn't he?
He is?
I didn't think you knew Dick. How do you know he's dead?
I don't.
I don't know him.
Dick can't be dead.
Who told you he was dead?
Who, honey? Who's dead?
Let's go home.
-But... -Now. We're leaving now.
We never should have come here in the first place.
So, how'd you meet that asshole Andy anyway?
It was a long time ago.
We met at a place called Moke's.
We became friends.
He told me about a job.
What job?
I don't remember.
Anyway...Andy's OK.
Well, He's got some pretty fucked-up friends.
Hey!.. Hey!..
Stay in the car.
I told you to stay in the car.
Why? What is it?
Why did you make me stay out here?
I'll tell you why, because I thought someone was inside the house.
Was there?
No, of course not.
Fred?
Fred, where are you?
Renee!
Sit down, Killer!
I didn't kill her.
Tell me I didn't kill her.
We, the jury, find the defendant guilty of murder in the first degree.
Fred Madison, the jury having found you guilty of murder in the first degree,
it is my order that you be put to death in the electric chair.
Make yourself to home, fella.
Stick your hand out, chief.
Something wrong?
It's...my head.
You sleeping OK?
No.
I can't sleep.
You'll sleep now.
Take him back to his cell.
Let's go.
Guard!
Hey!
What do you want?
Aspirin. My head.
Hey! Hey!
Shit. That wife killer's looking pretty fucked up.
Which one?
Pete!
Please don't go!
No. Pete!
Pete!..Pete!..Pete! Wait a minute!
Fuck me!
All right. What's the situation?
I'm not entirely certain, captain. You'll have to see for yourself.
Right here.
That's not Fred Madison.
No, Sir. It's not.
-Who is it? -I couldn't say, Sir.
Captain Luneau?
Yeah, Mike?
Captain...
This is some spooky shit we got here.
Well, Gentlemen, we know who the stranger is.
His name is Peter Raymond Dayton. 24 years old.
Arrested 5 years ago for auto theft
for which he was put on probation for 1 year.
He lives with his parents. William and Candace Dayton, at 814 Garland Avenue.
So...
-Here. -Thanks, Lou.
Where the fuck have you been, man?
-Hey! -Hiya. -Hi. -Hey, guy.
-Hey, man. -What's up man?
Well, you look like shit.
Yeah. What happened?
Just haven't been feeling so good.
You're not contagious, are you?
No. Uh-uh. Don't think so.
All right. Well, let's go for a drive then.
Different kinds of fruits grow and ripen.
It takes many strawberries to fill a bucket.
But it's worth it when you know that...
-Come on. -Hoh.
Come on. I'll lead.
...and a glass of fresh, cold milk from grandmother's cow.
See ya later.
-I'm gonna go out with these clowns for a while. -That should do you some good.
-Good night. -See ya. -Good night.
What's happening to you?
What happened to your face?
-I don't know? -What do you mean, you don't know?
You've been acting strange lately.
Like the other night.
What night?
The last time I saw you.
I don't remember.
You still care about me?
Pete!
-Arnie! -Where you been?
-How you doing? -It's good you're back...
...Wonderful. -Good to see you, man.
Listen, man, a lot of people...
...gonna be real happy that you're back, including me.
Well, it's good to be back.
Mr. Smith has been waiting for you.
Yeah, I'll take care of him.
And Mr. Eddy called.
-Can I call him and tell him to come in? -Yeah. Call him. Tell him I'm back.
-And, uh, you know, I'm ready to work. -You're ready to work? -Yeah.
-Well, let's go to work. -All right, Buddy.
Petey's back!
There's 9 People down here.
And you're gonna ask 7 of them. If you get that price from one of them,...
...I'll let you ask the other 2.
Hey, Pete!
Pete!
Where's Pete?
He's back there!
Mr. Eddy!
Hey!
What happened?
-Somebody giving you trouble? -No. No trouble.
'Cause if somebody's giving you trouble, Pete,...
...I can take care of the problem... Like that!
-No. I'm fine, Mr. Eddy. -I mean it, Pete. Like...that!
Thank you. Really. I'm fine. So, uh, what do you want,...
...just a regular tune-up? -I want you to take a ride with me.
I don't like the sound of something.
-OK. I got to check in with the boss. -It's OK with Arnie. Come on, let's go.
Pull it over, but keep it running.
Best goddamn ears in town.
Give that a try.
Beautiful...Smooth as shit from a duck's ass.
-Let's take a ride. -Whatever you say, Mr. Eddy.
It's a beautiful day.
-You did a great job, Pete. -Yeah.
Well, you know I like working on this car, Mr. Eddy.
Shit. That cocksucker doing what I think he's doing?
This is where mechanical excellence...
...and 1400 horsepower pays off.
Ahh...Oh, oh, God!
Don't you ever fucking tailgate!
-Ever! -Tell him you won't tailgate.
Ever!
-I won't ever... -Do you know how many fucking car lengths it takes...
...to stop a car at 35 miles an hour?!
6 fucking car lengths! That's 106 fucking feet, Mister!
If I had to stop suddenly, you would've hit me!
I want you to get a fucking driver's manual! I want you to study that motherfucker!
And I want you to obey the goddamn rules!
50 fucking thousand people were killed on the highway last
Because of fucking assholes like you!
-Tell me you're going to get a manual! -I will ge-get a manual.
Fucking ldiot!
Oh!.Aah!.Oh, Gooood!
I'm sorry about that, Pete.
But tailgating is one thing I cannot tolerate.
Yeah, I can see that.
Wait a minute!
-Thanks, Mr. Eddy. -No, thank you.
I'm bringing the Caddy by tomorrow.
You like pornos?
-Pornos? -Give you a boner?